Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.